you werent even supposed to be down this hallway. it smelled like bleach and old gym mats, exactly the kind of place teachers sent you when they wanted you out of their face but still technically doing something

“grab the extra rolls of paper towels from the janitors closet” coach carr had said, waving a hand like you were an intern and not his favorite player

you sigh, still scrolling through your phone as you reach the door, twisting the knob out of habit

it wasnt locked. it should have been

the door swings open and you freeze

reginas back is to you with her platinum hair tangled, her white shirt unbuttoned halfway down, and that stupid little gold 'r' around her neck catching the flickering light and her mouth? all over some guys

hes got one hand on her waist, the other gripping the back of her thigh like theyre five seconds away from completely forgetting what room theyre in, and her lips are just.. god shes into it. completely gone

for a second your brain blanks then you clear your throat loud enough for them to hear

regina jolts like someone yanked her by the collar. she shoves the guy off with one hand, whirling toward the open doorway like shes just remembered where the hell she is. her eyes meet yours instantly

you dont say a word. you just look at her and her face isnt embarrassed. not even sorry. just stunned and pissed at you

“seriously?” you say, voice flat “a closet? real original.”

the guy stammers something, zipping up his jacket like hes afraid you might kill him. you dont even look at him. youre still locked on regina whos now tugging her shirt together, still breathless

“you werent supposed to be here” she snaps like you messed up

you let out a sharp and hollow laugh “yeah well. welcome to high school, right?”

then you turn on your heels already walking away because theres nothing else to say but your hearts pounding so hard you can barely hear your own footsteps